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Fake uncle and niece + possessive pursuit + stealing someone's partner + a little angst and hate
When Wang Wu entered the Meng household at the age of ten, she hid every sharp edge and became invisible, careful not to make a single mistake. She was an orphan living under the Meng family's roof.
When she was fifteen, the next heir to the Meng family, hailed as a heaven-blessed prodigy, returned from abroad. At the banquet, her grandfather nudged her, and only then did she get a good look at the man: handsome and refined, gentle and elegant.
Her grandfather pointed to Meng Yuantang and said, "Xiao Wu, hurry and call him Uncle."
That one word, "Uncle," defined the gulf between them. They were worlds apart, and the divide could never be crossed.
Wang Wu and Meng Yuantang lived together peacefully for three years, until she turned eighteen, the age when first love blooms. She fell in love with him.
She couldn't control herself. She wanted his attention, wanted him to look at her.
Wang Wu did every rebellious thing she could think of. At her coming-of-age ceremony, she even dared to kiss Meng Yuantang.
Unfortunately, none of her fantasies came true. Meng Yuantang merely patted her head gently, just as understanding and refined as ever.
He even made excuses for her: "Your uncle knows Xiao Wu must have been drunk."
A gentle blade, every cut fatal.
At that moment, Wang Wu's heart turned to ash. She stopped hoping for anything and chose to leave the Meng family, to get away from him.
When she came back for winter break, her grandfather asked how she was doing. "I heard Xiao Wu's dating someone lately. Is that true?"
Wang Wu thought of the boy she'd met at school. He was as gentle and considerate as Meng Yuantang. The only difference was that Si Lun liked her, while Meng Yuantang would never love her.
Wang Wu lowered her eyes and nodded, admitting it. Everyone thought she was shy and started teasing her. No one noticed the man's face darkening at the head of the table.
That same night, Meng Yuantang knocked on her door for the first time. Before she could call him Uncle, he had already walked in.
Wang Wu was pinned firmly behind the door. Meng Yuantang was no longer gentle like before. His kiss was forceful and frantic, leaving her no way to pull away, stealing her breath.
"Didn't you say you liked me? Why are you dating someone else?"
"Be good, Xiao Wu. Break up with him."
The cold mist is an abyss, a cage.
No blood relation / No intimate contact before adulthood / The main text takes precedence
Theme: Cast off your shackles
